The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1887-09-13
EDITOR GRADY AT HOME.
What a Reporter Saw In and About the
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What a Reporter Saw In and About the
SaDctum.
In May last a Memphis reporter, who was
swinging around the southern circuit In search
Of a newspaper that could not exist without
his services CHANGED to visit Atlanta and
called upon Mr.. Grady.
He says: at was not exactly a friendly
call, as Sir. Grady had not the honor of my
acquaintance. Ny mission was one of bust
ness exclusively, and the social amenities Of
journalism were lost sight of in the hope Of
getting job at almost anything a week. In
front of The Constitution building / saw three
reporters standing and gazing rcverentially
up at the third floor corner window l knew
them to be reporters by their fashionable at
tire and intellectual fOreheads. l asked them
In what part of the building Mr.. Grady might
be found Tlcy simply pointed with jeweled
forefngers in the direction they were looking,
and resumed their prisons. The elevator boy
was startled when told that I wished to be set
down on Mr. Grady's floor He evidently
considered the rash. At the second floor we
took on several conlpOsitors. knew they
were conposiUors, because they were careless
In raiment and bore themselves as men who
carry the Garth in a typestick.
a remarked TO one of them that wished TO
see lIT. Grady.
10 Rather it was you than me- he replied,
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me then. 1t didn't puzzle me ten minutes
later.
"On reaching the third floor the elevator
boy pointed me silently down spacious hall
lined with rare plants and adorned here and
there with costly works of art in bronze and
marble. at the further end was a massive
doc. of carved oak. In the center Of the
middle panel was round hole about the size
Of half dollar and just below this a silver
bell pull | gave the knob twist and in a
moment mellow tenor voice was heard
through the opening asking who was there
told my name and business
. Beg pardon for standing you off, said
the owner of the voice, opening the door. i
thought you were a congressman; we're SO
pestered with 'em here
Il entered a luxuriously appointed ante
room and confronted a handsome young man
wearing priceless diamond ring and a deli
cate bang
"'Wait here until I seek the Presence he
said, solemnly, and disappeared through an
inner door.
"By this time nerve was as scarce about my
person as the price of board
"Presentl' the handsome young man re-
turned and said, He will see you
II followed him and found myself in Mr.
Grady's audience chamber. 1t was furnished
with oriental splendor. There were four per-
sons in the rOOm-the governor of the state,
United States senator, a stenOgrapher and the
man l was seeking. The great journalist was
seated on a rich divan, debating to the stem
ogPapher, while the others hung breathlessly
upon his words. l took him TO be about 40
years old. He is thickset and has the appear
ance of a man whose stomach never gets left,
if he knows it. His head is round and COW
cred with a short growth of black hair, his
face sallow, smooth shaven and lighted by
pair of cold, piercing black eyes His voice
is well modulated, but penetrating. 1t went
through me like a knitting needle and stuck
in the wall beyond.
" Tell him., he said to the shorthand man,
I have my eye upon you, and if Gordon does
not get a majority of the delegation from
your county-Well, sir, suddenly discovering
me, what do you wantp
" 4 thought Uncle Remus was here, / stan-
mered out. Nothing else occurred to me. I
was paralyzed.
"'YOun find him down at Miss Sally's,i
replied Mr.. Grady, and somehow in about
minute 1 found myself on the pavement out
side.
Everybody in Atlanta seems to regard
Mr.. Grady as the greatest product of
Georgia, and the awful reverence with which
he is treated is not confined to the employees
of The Constitution. He is the king bee in
that jug town and beyond all compare is the
most ovcrpowering journalistic magnate
ever encountered "-Memphis Avalanche.